Qiongqi stretched his limbs, ready for a fierce battle.
But in the eyes of the Six Eared Macaque, he had become a massive burden.
Since that was the case, for the Demon Sect's grand plan, Qiongqi could go draw the Literary Sect's attention.
The Six Eared Macaque put on a respectful expression and cautiously suggested:
"Senior Qiongqi, Ling Yan is a Quasi-Saint expert. If the two of you fight, a minor cultivator like me should stay out of it.
"How about this? I'll find somewhere to hide first.
"Once you deal with Ling Yan, we can meet up again and carry out the Saint Lord's mission. What do you think?"
"Get lost, get lost, get lost!" Qiongqi waved him away with a disgusted look.
"You coward, you're an embarrassment to the Demon Sect."
He snorted, recalling Demon Spirit Saint's instructions, and twisted his neck in irritation.
"Fine. Since the Saint Lord wants me to follow your command, we'll do it your way."
The Six Eared Macaque looked deeply grateful and hastily cupped his hands in salute.
"May you claim victory at the first stroke, Senior. I'll be going!"
Before his words had even faded, the Six Eared Macaque's figure flickered. He transformed into a black shadow, activated his escape technique, and vanished into the mountain forest.
As the Six Eared Macaque fled at high speed, he sentenced Qiongqi to death in his heart and could not help secretly lamenting his own misfortune.
The support Demon Spirit Saint had sent over was about to be slaughtered before it could even prove useful.
Thinking of this, he could not help sighing.
The Demon Sect simply did not have many Quasi-Saint-level experts it could mobilize now.
Hongjun had passed down the method of Cutting off the Three Corpses.
After cultivators slashed their corpses,